I just love starting new Fanfics, I hope you guys love this one as much as Ignorance is Bliss (Love all you Blissers) and Kidnapped (I haven't come up with a fan name for you guys yet. Comment on Kidnapped and give me ideas!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series.

But I am going to order a giant one eye-purple people eater online, to help "Persuade" Rick Riordan into signing the ownership papers...

Katie

Katie Gardner loved nature.

She loved giggling at a caterpillar as it crawled up her finger. She loved resting in the shade of the giant oak trees in the forest. She loved playing "Tarzan and Jane", swinging through the trees, mostly falling, having fun, but mostly falling. Of course, she had to play both parts, she didn't have any friends.

What kid would want to be friends with a nature freak like Katie?

Katie was that odd child. The one that sat at the back of the kindergarden class and everyone treated like she didn't exist. But Katie never complained about it. She liked being left to the back desk to draw flowers and trees in her notebook. Sometimes when she saw the other kids drawing chalk pictures together, laughing at their funny chalk art, she wished she had a friend. Katie never made up imaginary friends. She tried once, but her imaginary friend ran away like the other kids, after Katie's lecture on the history of the "fern".

Katie hated her imaginary friend. Her imaginary friend had serious mental issues.

Who wouldn't want to listen on the exciting past of such an important plant?

Even Katie knew that the answer to that would be nobody. But Katie liked not having friends. There was no one to change the rules of her games. No one to tell her she was drawing her picture wrong, or that trees shouldn't have faces. She was being imaginative, she knew trees didn't have faces. Not only did she know that, but she knew a complete history on each type. Katie Gardner was simply not the friend type.

That all changed the day she met him.

Travis

Travis Stoll was a people person. He enjoyed talking to people, he enjoyed making people laugh. Even though he was only five years old, he was already as friendly as an eighty-five year old. One of those eighty-five year olds that loved to laugh at a joke about hemorrhoids. Certainly not one of those old geezers who threw lemons at you everytime you walked by their house, yelling at you to get off their lawn. But Travis had to be social.

He was the prince. It was kind of in his job discription.

A five year old prince he may be, but he was still prince, and princes were social. He loved swapping jokes with the servants at the castle, while his twin brother Conner snuck around behind them and shook fire ants into their pants. Ther servants would hop away screaming, holding their butts in pain as they ran. It was the funniest sight ever, the few lucky servants who weren't pranked laughed along with Travis and Conner, hoping that they wouldn't be the next victims. Travis had thought everybody were people persons.

Until he met her.

Travis was out one day riding his white horse, Amber, through the woods when he came upon a clearing. Now most parents wouldn't let their child ride a house, thrice his size alone. Travis' parents were one such couple, but Travis always managed to elude his escorts. Now this clearing was unliked any other. Travis, as ADHD as he was, still had to stand still and gawk at it's majesty. This clearing was certainly the best place to lie down and soak in the sun.

And so he did.

Travis tied Amber to a tree limb. Then he looked at her again, and untied her. Amber stayed where she was, she was loyal to Travis, she just wanted to graze a bit. Travis laid out in the perfect place for sun-soaking. He tucked his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. He'd bet a lot of money that nobody knew about this clearing. If people could experience this, the world would be a much happier place. People might actually be okay with getting ants tossed into their pants.

Or so he thought.

A shadow grew over him, blocking his sun. He assumed it was just a cloud, that it would pass, and then he could enjoy his sun again. He waited for it to pass. And waited. And waited. And waited. But it never did go away. Travis was about to open his eyes to see why the shadow wasn't passing over him, when he heard a slight cough. Someone was clearing their throat.

Travis opened his brown eyes to meet a pair of blue ones. She had curly light brown hair that was in perfected ringlets. No way that was natural, but she was his age. Girls his age didn't waked up early to curl their hair did they? He doubted it. She wore a simple orange t-shirt and denim shorts to go with her gray converse sneakers. Her blue eyes sparkled, it had to be natural. The sun couldn't make any pair of eyes sparkle when the owner of the eyes was looking down, away from the sun. It was simply inhuman.

Travis had a epiphany, he had just lost a large amount of cash to his inner brain.

Travis stood up and brushed his very own khaki shorts off, that he had "borrowed" from Conner. The girl gave him a confused look as she tilted her head to the side like, why haven't you run away yet?

"Um, hi?" Travis said, gaining a sudden interest in his own shoes, that he had also "borrowed" from Conner.

"Hello." The girl whispered back, unsurely.

She was shy, and Travis was just the boy to bring her out of her shell.

"I'm Travis." Travis said, shoving his hands into his pant's pockets.

"Are you the prince?" She asked, probably already knowing the answer.

"Yeah." Travis rubbed the back of his head.

"I'm Katie." She stuck out her hand for him to formally shake.

You must forgive Travis as he was a five-year old boy, but he just stared a her hand for a second or two, debating whether he should shake it or not. Travis wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he wasn't the stupidest either. He had heard of the "Cooties". That horrible virus sweeping boy of their hatred for girls.

She frowned and removed her hand, she looked a bit sad. Travis felt something deep in his stomach and he didn't like it. Travis felt guilty. He had made her feel bad when he didn't shake her hand, like she was contaminated or something. Travis swallowed his fear and shakily held out his hand. Her face light up and she immendiately shook his hand. He figured he already had the cooties now.

"Do you want to play?" He asked, what other diseases could she possibly give him.

She stared at him, like she couldn't decide.

"Promise not to change the rules of my games?" She questioned, softly.

He smiled.

'Girls will be girls.' His father, King Hermes, had always said. 'A bit of advice about them, they're always right. Even when they're wrong, they're right.'

His father made no sense.

"I promise."

Katie smiled in delight, like she had actually made a friend for the first time. But in her shyness, Travis probably was the first friend she'd ever really have. She smiled and giggled. Travis and his new friends spent the rest of the day playing tag, and screaming, "You're it!" and then running away laughing hysertically at each other.

Travis liked it when Katie laughed, her eyes lit up even more then they already did, which must've been hard to do, they already glowed so much. He loved it when she fell over laughing, clutching her sides when he tripped over a tree root and ate a face full of mud. She laughed at him, she laughed with him, and she aggreed to meet him in the clearing as often as she could.

As soon as the sun started setting, it ended a perfect day. Time was harsh, it went by so fast when you were having fun and have fun Travis did. When Travis walked through the door of the palace with a big grin on his face, he knew he was in trouble.

"Travis Daniel Stoll! Where have you been?"

Travis sighed, they didn't need to know about Katie just yet, not until he was sure he was really friends with her. None of the pranks, none of the jokes, none of the games with Conner could compare. Travis defiantly had the "Cooties" now and you know what?

That was just okay.

Okay so the first Chapter was a little short. I am looking for names to call my readers of this story, like how I call the readers of "Ignorance is Bliss", "Blissers. I don't want to call you "Fakers" unless it's my final resort. So reveiw and give me ideas.

Daily Joke:

What is a best friend?

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you, saying, "That was SOFREAKIN' AWESOME!"

Never stop being Awesome Possums! :oD